Willow has just one rule:
Must. Always. Hate. Dane.
She grew up with Dane Wainsworth, just as her brother. He's her brother's bestfriend. And she hates him. He's annoying, arrogant and way too confident.
But that's not what she writes in her diary...
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(A/N it's the mom, y'all)
I heard her scream.
I know she got Stan's nightmares, but she never screamed. Stan looks at me with a guilty look. He feels guilty.
"You can't help it, baby. I'll go check up on her," I say and he nods. I free myself from his arms and walk upstairs. I don't hear any more screaming or crying...
I open the door and gasp. What the...?
"Stan! Come here!" I yell downstairs and he runs to me. "What? What?" I point to her room and he opens the door. He gasps too and frowns.
Willow is laying in her bed, caged in Dane's arms. They're both smiling and deep asleep. How did he even get in here?
Stan tenses. "How-How..." he stutters. "Shh, look at her smile," I whisper and point. He watches Willow and relaxes again. "I'll hear her out tomorrow, though," he grumbles and I nod. I will, too. She can't hide this from us.
"Now, ten bucks," he smirks and I roll my eyes. I give it to him. Stupid bet. She said she never would fall for Dane. Yeah, we can see that...
